"... This
is how she now believes life happens.
One small thing at a time. A
series of inconsequential junctions, any or none of which can lead to salvation
or disaster. There are no grand moments where a person does or does not perform
the act that defines their humanity. There are only moments that appear
briefly, to be this way...."
~Steven
Galloway, The Cellist of Sarajevo
A very regular, usual, normal weekday morning. Coffee cup in hand, I walked to the front window, checking the skies to see what the day's weather might bring. My mood was almost as dark as the threatening clouds. No particular reason for this state of mind although it could have been the combination of realizing we were in for another cold and rainy day, a morning phone call that was mildly upsetting, and news of an acquaintance's recent monetary windfall.
Looking to my left I saw a drenched, ragged and shaggy-haired homeless man rummaging through the neighbor's recycle bin. This old man had two filled-to-the-bursting-point garbage bags teetering precariously on top of other sacks and bags stuffed into his two-wheeled cart. I watched as the man assiduously rearranged the bags and eventually found an empty one, which he used to hold the several beer and soda pop cans nestled throughout the bin.I'm accustomed to experiencing epiphanies that send my thoughts spinning, forcing me to rethink and reassess. I welcome these instances as they usually give me a good jolt to the senses and a reason to reexamine my mind-set or my mood.
This morning I not only received an epiphany, I also got a good, metaphorical kick in the behind!
Standing in a warm, secure and comfortable home, drinking fresh, hot coffee, looking across my small, tidy and flower-filled front garden, observing another human being as he struggled to simply survive, I understood all over again just how much I have to be grateful for.
It's good to have these brief moments of clarity--and vow to carry the lesson throughout my day.
